Clumsy

Everything I write right now feels really clumsy.

It’s an effort to get the words down and I’m mashing the backspace key like I need it to live.

Maybe I’m rusty, or maybe I’m about to grow. When I was a musician, I remember this feeling. My fingers moved when they felt like it. Chord progressions were suddenly an alien language.

It was like a physical manifestation of impostor syndrome.

But then a week or two later, everything would be BETTER than it was before. It was like my brain was just adjusting to improvement.

Really hope it’s the same thing here.